Nutt

I had this very weird dream. I woke up scared and first thing that came out of my mind was that it would be a good thriller film. I only dreamed of the end though and when I woke up, I added a few more things. I dunno, the title just came out of my mind. Nutt is an Estonian word means to cry for. Remember, this is just a morbid dream and nothing was true. Maybe this dream just showed my dark side since I was disappointed, I said. You might even think the dream is funny - I'm being weird.



It seems that we were (three of us: me, my sister and a guy I have no idea who is) running from some psychopath who uses injection as a tool to kill. Whenever he injects it to his victims, they die in a second. I think we sort of found the formula he uses and he was chasing us that is why we are escaping from his sight, obviously. He got the guy in an arcade while we were playing a game like time crisis where the technology was pretty high and there was really a robot running like carrying a gun surrounding the game place - something like to attract the people around to play the game. We got the injection he injected to the guy we are with and I threw it and ran with my sister since we saw his silhouette around the running robot. The next thing I knew is that the national forces in this house protected us and that we were talking to a woman who is part of FBI, a guy in his middle age and an old man. The FBI woman was explaining things and the middle-aged guy was sort of neglecting everything. Suddenly he got pissed and went away. Then suddenly the old man started making theories about the serial killer. I told the old man he could be the suspect and he threatened me, but I pulled out a knife and he died of heart attack (even though, in my memory, he died on the table with blood all over his mouth). Before he died, he said, "you can kill them now" and he lost his breathing and died eyes open. Then a bunch of little African kids went in front of our translucent door (they came from another nearby house protected by the national forces too) and wanted to use the phone, which my sister opened. The FBI woman hid with me inside a room. I was nervous and decided to take a look and found my sister dead with the African children around. I panicked and looked inside the room to find the FBI woman smeared with blood. I looked again to my sister and the African children were looking at me. I looked on my back and I saw another African girl ready to cut my neck, but I mysteriously had a gun with me and shot her. I ran out of the place and in the other door there came a police who looks fierce, whom I also shot. I went away like crazy outside and met police cars and I fainted. I woke up in an asylum. This gave flashbacks on how I was the one who was being nihilistic and creating my own world. Long time ago, there was a girl who was afraid of injections. She was with her parents in a clinic and she was crying, pleading to be away from the thing. The injection was getting nearer and nearer. She panicked and took the injection and stabbed the doctor and my parents and lights went out. It was me. I'm telling you, I was the one who was moving in this dream. I was the one who was having a disorder, a new one no one knows about and without knowing I was the one who killed all the people around me. The thought now showed what really happened, how I killed my friends with injecting "that" poison since they thought I am acting weird, how I was really the one who made the formula in the first place and made a story out of it, my sister cooperating with the national forces, the FBI woman who was really talking to me about how I wanted things to be, the old man who wanted to help me with my condition ending up I really stabbed him, how everything went away without them noticing I was the one who had done the killings, how the middle-aged guy wanted to kill me which the old man and FBI woman didn't want to and how the African children weren't true that they were just a product of my mere imagination. Waking up in an asylum, my hands not free, I saw this African girl again going to stab me with a rusting edgy metal until the door opened with a psychiatrist. We talked in a room where she was trying to ask questions until this African girl killed the psychiatrist with a heavy tool the psychiatrist wanted me to look at with my reflection and ending up killing me too with that rusty edgy metal. Fading off, in reality, I killed the psychiatrist and I stabbed myself... seeing the African girl smiling. All of this happened in my own created world - which, it seems, didn't turn out to how I wanted it to be because I was questioning myself and my disposition. The end.

Then there was another one. This was fantasy and crappier though. Very weird since it involved a journey going up on a mysterious mountain to fulfill something I can't recall. We were five (four girls and a guy). This guy was a traitor and tried to kill me since I accidentally discovered I could fly. I got him first and he fell on a canal with his bloody body flowing away and with the other girls continue the journey with me. Then suddenly it went to be an anime-like two girls who becomes powerful. Then it ended there. This was stupid since I woke up with that "thriller" dream, I slept again and this is what I remember I dreamed of.

I made this for reference so that I won't forget this strange morbid stuff. I do think now it looks trash since I view it as something that would be like stupid Saw. At least, I can bargain with my psychological aspects.